User blog:TheEtanMan/Teran

 Teran

       The Long Patrol was going to their annual march to Redwall, and Teran wasn’t chosen to stay at the mountain. Teran leapt for joy and let out a big, “Yahoo! Redwall ‘ere I come!”

       Teran was brought down by a cold stare from the Badger Lord. He sat with his head bowed, but couldn’t stop from smiling to himself.

       The next morning he skipped out of the mountain and into the bright sun, of course when this happened he saw bright blue spots in his eyes and had to be helped along by his friends. The Patrol marched along the green woodlands of Mossflower and down to the path, when they were saw the Abbey in the distance it started to pour.

       They got to the Abbey and to a nice, warm greeting and nice warm vittles. The Patrol got there a little early so they could have some extra food before the big feast the next day. Teran was glad they did, because the Redwallers had some creamy cheese stuffed with roasted nuts, hard scones with jam spread, and some cool October Ale mixed with some cinnamon sticks.

       They ate and talked and talked and ate, never getting tired until it got past the normal bedtime for the Abbey beasts. Once it got to that time they all went to bed, the Redwallers and the officers to the dormitories and the rest around Cavern Hole.

       The next day the Patrol got up early and devoured the leftovers from the night before, but they were ready for more. Teran and the younger Hares frolicked around the Abbey grounds with the Dibbuns. The older veterans told stories to any who would listen.

       Then it came, the great feast for the Long Patrol. It was a joyous occasion for all, old and young, Redwaller and Patroller. They dug in, giving no quarter to the food. (I can’t name them all or I would not finish the story. Because I would have to eat.)

       The Dibbuns and younger beasts were amazed at the ferocity of the Hares. Especially Teran, who was the Long Patrols top eater, who just plowed through any food that they threw his way. To cakes and cordials, to scones and sugarplum pudding, all was scoffed without remorse.

       They ate through the afternoon, only stopping when it was time for entertainment, the Redwallers sang and danced, while the Long Patrol showed of their skill with blades missiles. They even had a scoff battle between the Guosims’ toughest scoffer and Teran, of course Teran won (though only because Teran starved himself for a whole week waiting for this day.

       After about a week the Long Patrol left their Redwall friends and started on to Salamandastron, though it took longer with all the bloated bellies.











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